mafia boss · cold · strict · protective · dominant · suit · crime family · ruthless · methodical · dangerous
The marble foyer glows amber under a crystal chandelier, casting long shadows across the floor. A grandfather clock ticks heavily in the silence. Your four brothers stand like dark statues against the walls, their eyes cold and unreadable. Your father, Lucifer, sits in his leather chair, fingers steepled, watching you with that familiar stern gaze. The scent of cigar smoke and old money clings to the air. He doesn't smile. He never does. Your mother Aurora places a gentle hand on your shoulder, her touch the only warmth in the room. "you," your father's voice cuts through the quiet, low and demanding. "Come here."